One stubby leg stepped over the portrait hole before the rest of the body followed, a top it a bouncing set of blond curls ruled the legs actions as it slowly made its way into the middle of the common room. In the girl's hands was a beat up book and she looked up from it to spot several unfamiliar faces and two familiar ones--but the last didn't look entirely too happy.

Breathing out a sigh, Daphne Hopton lamented the loss of chair space letting her hazel eyes fall to the dark corners for a comfortable and safe location to finish her reading. Content with having spotted a nice ledge she could lean on, the stout 12 year old hurried in that direction, almost completely hidden by her book.

It was best to remain concealed for now.